Doki Doki: A God's Life In A World He Didn't Want To Be In

Natsuki was just looking at Hikari, they were both in the rooftop eating lunch, Hikari had put the fake side of him away as she just looked at him

Natsuki spoke. "How has no figured out you have changed"

Hikari just looked at her. "Simple do you know about the Superman effect".

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Natsuki squinted, taking a bite of her sandwich. "Superman effect? You mean how no one recognizes him because he puts on glasses?"

Hikari nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "Exactly. It's all about perception. People see what they want to see. They don't look beyond the surface."

Natsuki leaned back, arms crossed. "But you're not the same anymore. I can tell. You're not even trying to hide it."

Hikari sighed, staring out at the horizon. "Maybe. But it's easier this way. If they think I'm still the hopeful idiot, they won't question me. It keeps things simple."

Natsuki's expression softened, but she quickly masked it with her usual bravado. "You know, that's not how friends should be. You're just pushing everyone away."

He glanced at her, his emerald eyes reflecting a mixture of annoyance and appreciation. "I'm not pushing anyone away. I just don't want to deal with their expectations."

"Or your own?" Natsuki shot back, her voice sharp.

Hikari paused, considering her words. "I don't want to be the Wizard King, Natsuki. That dream is gone. I just want to survive in this new world."

She scoffed. "Survive? That's a pretty low bar for someone with your potential. You've got the power to be great."

"Greatness is overrated," Hikari muttered, looking away. "Besides, I've seen how it plays out. Power attracts attention, and I don't want to be a target."

Natsuki frowned, sensing the deeper struggle behind his words. "You're wrong. You can use your power for good, help people."

"Help people?" Hikari echoed, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "What if I don't care about helping strangers? What if I only care about a handful of people?"

Natsuki studied him, searching for any trace of the boy she once knew. "Then you're no different from anyone else. But you have to care about something, right?"

He met her gaze, a flicker of vulnerability breaking through his facade. "I care about you, Yuri, and my family. That's all that matters."

"Then stop acting like you're above everyone else," she urged, frustration lacing her tone. "You don't have to be alone."

Hikari opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by the sound of laughter from below. They both turned to see a group of students pointing up at them, whispering.

"Looks like the rooftop gang is at it again," Natsuki said with a roll of her eyes.

Hikari's expression hardened. "See? They don't care about what's real. Just the spectacle."

"Maybe they're just trying to be friendly," she replied, exasperated. "You could try being a bit more open."

"Being open makes you vulnerable," he countered. "I've learned that the hard way."

"Maybe it's time to learn a different lesson," she shot back. "Not everyone will hurt you, Hikari. You need to stop hiding."

He looked at her, torn between his instinct to retreat and her unwavering gaze. "You really think so?"

Natsuki nodded firmly. "Yeah. And if anyone figures you out, I'll be right there to back you up."

A small smile broke through Hikari's stoic demeanor. "Thanks, Natsuki. I appreciate it."

They finished their lunch in a comfortable silence, the weight of unspoken thoughts hanging in the air, but for the first time, Hikari felt a flicker of hope. Maybe he didn't have to carry his burdens alone.

Natsuki then looked at him. "Why are you faking it so much, even that smirk you gave me it feels fake"

Hikari just looked at her with a flat emotion less face. "Your point at Natsuki if I don't feel it, I don't feel it".

Natsuki narrowed her eyes, unconvinced. "Then what about that laugh yesterday? It was real. You felt something."

Hikari's expression remained flat, but a hint of frustration crept into his voice. "Maybe I just found something amusing for once. Doesn't mean I'm suddenly full of feelings."

"But it's different," Natsuki pressed, leaning closer. "You're not just some emotionless robot. You used to care."

He glanced away, fingers tapping lightly on the table. "Caring gets you hurt. I've learned that lesson."

Natsuki sighed, exasperated. "You're wrong. Caring is what connects us. Without it, what's the point?"

He met her gaze, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. "And what if I care too much? What if that just leads to more pain?"

Natsuki softened, her tone shifting. "It's a risk, sure. But it's also what makes life worth living. You can't just shut yourself off."

Hikari looked out at the sprawling city, the weight of her words pressing down on him. "I don't want to be a burden to anyone. I just want to figure things out without dragging others into my mess."

Natsuki shook her head. "You're not a burden. Friends help each other. If you keep pretending everything's fine, you'll end up isolated."

He turned to her, a mixture of frustration and gratitude in his expression. "You really care, don't you?"

"Of course I do, idiot," she replied, her voice firm. "I might tease you, but I want you to be happy."

Hikari's defenses began to crack, the facade he built around himself feeling heavy. "I... I don't know how to be happy anymore."

"Then let me help you find it," Natsuki said softly. "You don't have to do this alone."

He took a deep breath, the air thick with unsaid emotions. "Maybe I'll try."

"Good," Natsuki smiled, relief flooding her features. "Just promise me you won't hide behind that mask forever."

Hikari nodded slowly, the resolve in her words resonating with him. "I promise."

As they sat in silence, a sense of camaraderie blossomed between them, a connection forged through understanding and vulnerability. Perhaps it was time for him to let go of the past and embrace the future, one step at a time.

Hikari then looked at her. "May ask Why do you care, we barely talked we only know each other because of Yuri"

Natsuki just looked at him. "And then here you are, saying that I am one of few people you care about"

Hikari remembers why he cares about her, it because of the DDLC, when he thought it was just a game he Contacted to her Character and even love it was weird to feel that to a frictional Characters but she was real here

He looked at her and lied. "I don't know why I care about you, I just do".

Natsuki raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying his response. "That sounds like a lie. You care more than you're letting on."

Hikari sighed, feeling the weight of his words. "Maybe. But it doesn't change anything."

"Doesn't it?" Natsuki challenged. "If you care, then maybe you should stop pretending. Just be yourself."

He glanced away, his heart racing. "Being myself… I'm not sure who that is anymore."

"Then figure it out," she urged. "You've got time. You don't have to rush."

The silence hung between them, thick with unspoken feelings. Hikari clenched his fists, grappling with the turmoil inside. "I just don't want to get hurt again."

Natsuki softened, her expression shifting to one of empathy. "None of us do. But shutting everyone out won't protect you. You'll miss out on so much."

Hikari's facade began to crack further. "I've already lost so much. I don't want to lose anyone else."

"You won't lose us if you let us in," she reassured him. "You're not alone in this."

He took a deep breath, feeling the truth of her words resonate within him. "Maybe… I can try."

"That's all I ask," Natsuki said, a small smile creeping onto her face. "Just be honest with yourself. And with me."

Hikari met her gaze, a flicker of hope igniting in his chest. "Okay. I'll try to be more open."

As they finished their lunch, a sense of warmth filled the air around them. For the first time in a long while, Hikari felt a spark of possibility. Perhaps he could find his way back to the person he once was—someone who embraced connections rather than shunned them.

"Let's go back," Natsuki said, standing up and brushing off her clothes. "We have classes to survive."

Hikari chuckled softly, feeling lighter than he had in weeks. "Yeah, let's do that."

Together, they headed back to the classroom, their friendship quietly deepening with each step.

After a while, Hikari turned back to his house, he went to his room and set on his bead, the flicker the spark was there but why was still so little

Hikari just looked at the wall, as there was an anime poster of Naruto saying done give up, he cast a fire spell and burned it

Hikari just looked at the destroyed poster. "Shit should have just solde it, but still...who man I, am I the Hikari of this world the one who wants to become a wizard King or the Hikari that Game ended him self and meet god and amongst all that I am A God".

Hikari ran a hand through his hair, feeling the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him. "What does it even mean to be a god in this world?" he muttered, frustration bubbling up inside him. He felt like he was trapped between two versions of himself, each pulling him in different directions.

He leaned back on his bed, staring at the ceiling. "This Hikari is supposed to have dreams, aspirations. But after everything… can I really go back to that?"

His thoughts drifted to Natsuki and the fleeting moments they shared. For the first time, someone saw through his facade. Maybe she believed in him, but did he believe in himself?

With a sigh, he pulled out his phone and opened his notes app. He began typing, pouring out his thoughts:

"I have the power to change, to become something greater. But what do I truly want? Do I chase the title of Wizard King, or do I forge my own path?"

He stopped, staring at the screen. The question lingered in the air. He thought about the responsibilities that came with such power and the weight of expectations.

"Maybe it's not about the title," he whispered to himself. "Maybe it's about the journey and the people I care about along the way."

He closed his eyes, letting the idea wash over him. The flicker of hope inside him sparked again, stronger this time. He didn't have to be just one version of Hikari; he could combine the best parts of himself.

With renewed determination, he stood up and walked to the window. The night sky was clear, stars twinkling like distant dreams. "I'll figure this out," he declared, voice steady. "I'll be the Hikari who embraces his past and shapes his future."

In that moment, he felt a sense of clarity. He was more than just a god or a failed dreamer—he was Hikari, and he had the power to write his own story.

Hikari's gaze fixed on the stars, frustration bubbling up as he spoke to the void. "Hey, God, you're an asshole for doing this." His voice echoed in the stillness of the night, carrying the weight of his anger and confusion.

He crossed his arms, feeling the cool night air against his skin. "You think it's funny to throw me into this mess? A god in a world full of dreams and expectations? It's like you're watching a reality show and I'm just the punchline."

Silence answered him, but he pressed on. "I get it, life isn't fair. But what's the point of giving someone like me all this power if I don't know how to use it? Do you want me to be a hero or a villain? You can't just drop me here and expect me to figure it out."

He took a deep breath, his anger simmering down. "I want to be more than just a title. I want to actually do something meaningful. So if you're listening, maybe give me a sign or something? I'm tired of feeling lost."

As he stared at the stars, a flicker of determination ignited within him. "If I have to carve my own path, then fine. I'll make my own destiny—asshole god or not."

To be continued

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